Online RPG games, i love to socialise n those. They are text based. This one my fav.
www.roguevampires.net
My ID is 24084 and my name is TheUnrepentant
--Me, Myself and I-- (taken from the famous Hp, you to guess who!)
I have made a new profile, giving more details about me, but still I will never give my names even though my initials are J B.
I have a sharp face, always set in a angry look even if I am not, my nose is round but my jaw outline sharp.
I have shoulder-long dark hairs with an occasional little red streak in them.
My eyes are hazelnut brown, nothing special in them.
I have a scar under my eye caused by my cat and another beginning from my neck and going all the way to my upper lip. I will tell how it’s caused later.
So any one happy? I will play a little game called I hate/love.
Ok, so I love (this is a fraction of what i like by the way):
-My two little dead guinea pigs friend, Tufty and MArshbanks.
-My kitten pet Ivy.
-My room.
-My books.
-Every book.
-My laptop Akoya and memory stick SanDisk.
-My mother.
-FictionPress.
-My dear fragile Angel of Dreams.
-A browser-type game text based server called TornCity (URL:www.torncity.com) and my account name is Xcaltar.
-My world (the one I have invented).
-Proper entertaining video game like Zelda: The Ocarina of Time.
-TaeKwonDo.
-Manga’s, like King of Hell; Benya; Death Note; Rave Master...
-Inkheart
-And a lot more things that can be said because if I did you will never see the end.
And now for what I hate:
-Argumentative people
-My father.
-My sister.
-And when you think of it my whole family except my mother.
-Badly dressed girl.
-Mature content.
-Manga’s and videos where every girl is badly dressed (for god sake, it’s written over thirteen, have you seen the content of Naruto its make me want to vomit, cant they be dressed like the Master in Rurouni Kenshin argh, can’t remember her name!, I get mad whenever I see some!).
-Plenty more as well.
And now for how I got my scar:
One day I was coming back from seeing the pet of a friend who had some sickness (yes, I am training to be a vet of course!) and when I came back I took a small alley way, and there I found a drunk Englishman about to mug a girl so I wouldn’t let that happen so I attracted the bug guy attention with a “Hey, fella pick someone your one size!” and he did. The only problem was that I hadn’t seen his knife and when he lunged at me, I made a knife block, he lumbered past me and I kicked him with a reverse kick, he came back with more speed I thought he couldn’t have and slashed, I had leant forward at the same time to push his Funny Bone (a little bone situated near the elbow that when you push it, it make the pushed one contort on the ground), so at the same time I pushed his funny bone he slashed my face and I pushed back from him, with a double spinning kick, he was momentarily raised in the air and struck the wall, he was knocked cold and I fell to the ground, my vision blurring and my brain was in some kind of fog.
I had to spent few months in hospital but luckily it didn’t slash the important one.
So here is me, as heroic as ever (joking), but still, its cost me a scar.
My actual belt is red, just the one before the last, I feverishly hope to reach the black.
My best friend is Angel; I owe many thanks to her!
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